I Became A Statistic Today
In a nutshell, I was thrilled this morning. And a thrilling time I did have which peaked in mid-afternoon when I experienced being robbed for the first time in my so-called life.
I was actually sitting in a car with three male friends when this took place. We had stopped because of a jam building up and the next thing I knew, two guys on a motorbike sped past to open the car door on my side (I was seated snugly next to the driver) and made off with my bag!! I screamed, jumped out of the car and bumped headlong into this other guy on motorbike who just “happened” to be in my way. The suspicions only came on hindsight when we reasoned they were probably in cahoots and the guy on the second motorbike was buying time for his mates. But I was crazily brave enough to grab the guy and yell can you bring my bag back please like in Hollywood blockbuster movies. It was futile and foolish, and no one knows reality better than I do. After letting go of the motorist, I got into the car to tell my stunned companions (who were rudely awakened from their reverie by my screams) that well, I have been mugged; it’s hopeless to chase; now can everyone please start calling the various credit card companies on my behalf so that I can cancel them.
I lost my Calvin Klein shoulder/hand tote, my Coach wallet, my less than two months old Nokia 7390, my Fuji FinePix F11 (which is no longer on the market), my IC, my glasses, and hair accessories and S$250 in cash. Total damage ie to replace everything should make me 2K poorer.
I reckon I have been very lucky to emerge unharmed and unscathed. Given the swiftness and deftness of the execution by the robbers, they are old hands at this. They could jolly well have stabbed me for fun while they were at it. And for that, so could the motorist on the second bike, especially since I actually jumped outta the car and grabbed him. *shudders* quite scary hor. In any case, it was also fortuitous that I have my passport in Mr Dimples’ car compartment (somehow I decided to put it there in the morning) so I could still return to Singapore without hassle.
While I don’t blame anyone for this turn of events (except myself for being lazy and just grab and go my workbag for a road trip instead of using ratty stuff and changing into disgusting wallets/or not bring at all, and also the overall lack of self-vigilance), I am surprised that Mr Dimples does not have the habit of locking the car doors when he is driving. I always assume he locks. A permanently wrong assumption that has a hefty price tag. Like really. If I had known he doesn’t lock, I would have insisted he does!
Well I’m still here, still alive, still whole and healthy. Thank goodness for that. Trust me, I feel weak with gratitude whenever it occured to me how close shave it was that things can turn bloodily nasty.
And thanks to The Three Young Men, Best Friend and my sis for making it less painful.
The sad thing is, during the aftermath, I kept having flashbacks of inane thoughts going along the lines of: Mr Veins would never have let this happened to me!!! Not just that he would have locked his doors and made sure I’m safe, but that there wouldn’t be any chance of this happening. He would nag me to death first about taking a slingbag (though to be fair, I dun think that would make any difference if I were also sitting inside the car), to take the barest essentials and stuff like that. And I would have listened. All his reminders during our last trip together resurfaced this morning as I hurried out of the door and I thought defiantly: Hur, l’m going places without you!
And then again, Mr Veins would not have driven to Johor and I had a good time during the road trip, even though we never found the legendary Bak Kut Teh I wanted. And I was robbed there where it purportedly was somemore, oh the cruel irony!
To read the account of the car robbery from the male’s perspective (not the driver but the passenger), click here.
I was actually sitting in a car with three male friends when this took place. We had stopped because of a jam building up and the next thing I knew, two guys on a motorbike sped past to open the car door on my side (I was seated snugly next to the driver) and made off with my bag!! I screamed, jumped out of the car and bumped headlong into this other guy on motorbike who just “happened” to be in my way. The suspicions only came on hindsight when we reasoned they were probably in cahoots and the guy on the second motorbike was buying time for his mates. But I was crazily brave enough to grab the guy and yell can you bring my bag back please like in Hollywood blockbuster movies. It was futile and foolish, and no one knows reality better than I do. After letting go of the motorist, I got into the car to tell my stunned companions (who were rudely awakened from their reverie by my screams) that well, I have been mugged; it’s hopeless to chase; now can everyone please start calling the various credit card companies on my behalf so that I can cancel them.
I lost my Calvin Klein shoulder/hand tote, my Coach wallet, my less than two months old Nokia 7390, my Fuji FinePix F11 (which is no longer on the market), my IC, my glasses, and hair accessories and S$250 in cash. Total damage ie to replace everything should make me 2K poorer.
I reckon I have been very lucky to emerge unharmed and unscathed. Given the swiftness and deftness of the execution by the robbers, they are old hands at this. They could jolly well have stabbed me for fun while they were at it. And for that, so could the motorist on the second bike, especially since I actually jumped outta the car and grabbed him. *shudders* quite scary hor. In any case, it was also fortuitous that I have my passport in Mr Dimples’ car compartment (somehow I decided to put it there in the morning) so I could still return to Singapore without hassle.
While I don’t blame anyone for this turn of events (except myself for being lazy and just grab and go my workbag for a road trip instead of using ratty stuff and changing into disgusting wallets/or not bring at all, and also the overall lack of self-vigilance), I am surprised that Mr Dimples does not have the habit of locking the car doors when he is driving. I always assume he locks. A permanently wrong assumption that has a hefty price tag. Like really. If I had known he doesn’t lock, I would have insisted he does!
Well I’m still here, still alive, still whole and healthy. Thank goodness for that. Trust me, I feel weak with gratitude whenever it occured to me how close shave it was that things can turn bloodily nasty.
And thanks to The Three Young Men, Best Friend and my sis for making it less painful.
The sad thing is, during the aftermath, I kept having flashbacks of inane thoughts going along the lines of: Mr Veins would never have let this happened to me!!! Not just that he would have locked his doors and made sure I’m safe, but that there wouldn’t be any chance of this happening. He would nag me to death first about taking a slingbag (though to be fair, I dun think that would make any difference if I were also sitting inside the car), to take the barest essentials and stuff like that. And I would have listened. All his reminders during our last trip together resurfaced this morning as I hurried out of the door and I thought defiantly: Hur, l’m going places without you!
And then again, Mr Veins would not have driven to Johor and I had a good time during the road trip, even though we never found the legendary Bak Kut Teh I wanted. And I was robbed there where it purportedly was somemore, oh the cruel irony!
To read the account of the car robbery from the male’s perspective (not the driver but the passenger), click here.
1 Comments:
oh dear i am sorry to hear this happened to you...but i am glad u r ok and made it unscathed....
cy
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